Some say death will come unexpectedly
But I expect mine to come some day
When am least suprised
When I've watched the movies and the plays
Preparing myself for that gruesome day
I believe my death will hurt
I believe m skin will jerk
Until I see the light, and return to the place I knew before birth
When an angel touches and I kiss the earth goodbye
As am lifted humblely into the sky
For me death is not a punishment but a prize
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Some of my poems on death, reflect this truth!